A/N: I don't own any of the Lord of the Rings characters.
Running as fast as she could, she heard the voices coming closer. She was weak but more afraid. She ran and ran her dress tore and branches cut her deep. She did not care though. Hoof beats became hearable and with a last burst of speed she came to a rocky ledge. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked down into the flowing river running beneath her,
" It was all in vain." She whispered to herself. With a single glance back she decided that she would rather perish in the river then help him. She heard the hooves against the soil grow louder and louder until the large dark horses broke the forest wall. She jumped. With a shrill scream she hit the icy cold water and instinctively tried to swim. The cold water got to her and with one last icy wave she knew no more. Up on the ledge the riders cussed silently to themselves,
"Master will not be pleased." It whispered evilly,
"It is better her dead then escaped to safety though." The second said. They reared their horses and rode again to the abode of their master.